A Tale is Told

A tale is told, of a man of old,
Whose dick hung past his knee
Was Scottish built, and wore a kilt.
The head hung out to see.

When he walked, the women talked,
Wondering if his dick would fit.
Maybe so, if inserted slow,
Might take the most of it

A lovely lass with a gorgeous ass
Approached him one fine day
“I see your dick, it's long and thick,
I think that we should play”.

“I've never fucked, was not my luck
Most women scared of it.”
“Come with me and we will see
If I can take more than a bit”.

The door was latched, her clothes dispatched
Her breasts and pussy bare
She could detect the good effect
His cock was rising there.

Blood flowed quick into his dick
Left his brain a little slack
His cock a sight, when stood upright,
Then he fainted to his back

The moral to this story true
Of this Scottish man of old
Don't wish for more to help you score
If it makes you pass out cold